Ah, Kansas City, you were fun to visit without actually having to drive myself through your awful interstate system (thank you Ande and Fredd). Planet Comicon was fun. I got to hang out with the Shocktraumanauts and get a feel of what it is like behind the table, doing sketches and hanging out. This was also the first time I got to know Aaron, who has some great projects lining up for him (deservedly so, what a talent).
The best part about a comic convention is that you are neck deep in the medium you love for a couple days. Even if you aren’t talking or gossiping about comics, you are probably sketching or writing one the whole weekend. It fills you up because you don’t ever get to talk like this; you never get a chance to be yourself to this extent. All of this makes it that much worse to come home, back to where most people don’t get comics or why you like them so much. “Con High” is what they call it, and it is dangerous, because if you keep expecting life to turn into what it is like at the con, you can’t help but become depressed and disappointed in your life. I’m missing my “Con High” already as I’m settling back into my regular life groove. It doesn’t take as long as it used to, and I am able to bounce back into my projects pretty easily now.
Real life is a bitch sometimes, but those two days… those two days are marvelous.
I should mention the eating. These Shocktrauma boys like to eat in a “food is porn” sort of way. All effects of my 5 mile accomplishment are shot as I indulged in the food orgy, and by gum, it was delicious, though I could probably use my gut as a place to rest my beer now.
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